memorial

 To allow something to stay alive is the Me More Y? Marked with Memorials. My father died today December 26, in 1959, with the breaking of his neck. The trunk with his personal things was filled and locked and left untouched for decades. I asked for it and was given that unopened memorial. I went through each of his things with care. Razor, hair brush, pajamas, school work, compass and protractor, his best coat, and both pipes. Much more also needed sorting. Two yellow scarves and his bowling shirt became favorites of mine. His leather belt fit like it was mine. The Dakota 38 plus 2 have been on a Reconciliation Ride now for past few years. 38 necks broken on that same day long ago. In the Land of Memories, find the ones that give you hope. To accept reconciliation now as valuable step forward is our best healing option. You choose.  Find the box unopened. It is their/there for you. Take a good long look and feel the energy. In the fire and light you can re-lease the pain, the loss, and the anger. and abandonment.  In the sunrise of the new year - the FIRE HORSE  of the 2026 will raise you up and you will fly!  lOOK TO THE SKY. I will be in the barn!! Don't let that cloud train pass you by!! My Father's name - One who sits on Clouds - Maypiha also one of those hung that day long ago.. Hop aboard. The day that cloud came here, there were two of them, I knew one was mine.  It is time.